“Honestly? I'm trying to convince myself not to fuck you.”
“No to? So, you're thinking about fucking me?”
“How could I not, after the way you just filled out your shorts?”
“I got hard because I saw the way you were looking at me.”
“I'm not saying it's your fault that I'm thinking about sex,” I hurried to say. “It's just the situation I'm dealing with.”
“Uh-huh,” he sounded amused. “And why would sleeping with me be bad? Oh, excuse me, I mean fucking me. You're already sleeping with me.”
“You're hilarious,” I said dryly. “If I fuck you, and you decide you don't like me in the morning, this all becomes really awkward.”
“First, I doubt very much that I'll decide I don't like you after having sex with you. Unless you're really terrible in bed. Are you really terrible?”
“No!” I said in affront. “I'm excellent in bed. I'd ride you until your eyes rolled back in your head. I doubt you've ever had better than me.”
“That sounds like the basis for a wager.”
Snorting, I shoved at his chest. “You will not get me to fuck you by betting with me.”
“I'm not the one who brought it up.”
“I said I was thinking about why Ishouldn'tfuck you.”
“Yes, which I deduced meant you were thinking about fucking me. You can't think a negative without first considering the positive.”
“And fucking you is positive?” I sat up. “You have a high opinion of yourself.”
He sat up as well. “Well, I am the King. Also, it's not me I have a high opinion of, it's sex. Sex is wonderful. Even bad sex.”
“There you go, saying I'm bad in bed again!”
“I never said that. I asked if you were.”
“Then when I said I wasn't, you wanted to place a bet on it.”
“No, I said that it sounded as if you were challenging me. Big difference.”
“I'm a magnificent lover!”
“Then why would you worry about me not liking you in the morning?”
“I'm not!”
“You were.”
“No, I wasn't.”
“Don't lie to your king.”
“Ugh!” I launched myself at him, and he caught me, his lips finding mine as if we were magnets.
And then I was straddling the Dragon King's lap, eager to fulfill my promise to ride him. Only our underwear separated us, but that barrier didn't last long. With a growl that vibrated against my lips, the King tore my shorts into shreds and tossed the remnants away.
I jerked back from his mouth to look down at my nudity, then at him. “Could you maybe not destroy my clothes?”
“I'll buy you a whole fucking wardrobe if you stop talking and get back to kissing me.”
